#THE WAY SHE JUST STOPPED HER DAD AT THE END AAAAAHHH

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Do you write anything else except for yandere?

I love the yandere content but it's not quite my cup of tea. I wanted to ask if I could request something with Father!Aaron again,maybe they have an argument about Reader doing something mildly shady,coming home with bruises etc. I don't really care what the plot is,just please no yandere and comfort (at least in the end or something)

(btw I realize the first sentence doesn't really make sense so I'll elaborate. It's great content,I love the writing.While I love the plot idea I'm not a big fan of yandere,that's what I mean by it. :D)

Ask And You Shall recieve->

Summary: After a terrible hair related experemint, you now have to face...youre Dad.

You should have known not to dye your own hair, standing in Musa's the bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror you saw your hair turned orange with the intention on blonde, Musa trying not to giggle covering her mouth, heaving with buried laughs.

Y/n: "What have you done to me?!"

You yelled flicking the brush at her.

Musa: "I didn't do anything! you did this to yourself!"

Y/n: "So why didn't you stop me!!"

You heard a knock on the door, Its Ayesha.

Ayesha: "You okay in there?"

Y/n: "No!"

She slowly opened the bathroom door, observing the sink with its strange red hue to see you, standing in a bath robe with an orange mop untop your head.

Ayesha: "... Ice spice?" She asked jokingly.

Y/n: "Fuck you! what the am I going to do when I get home!"

Both Musa and Ayesha broke out into booming laughter as you crumpled onto the cool tilied bathroom floor.

Ayesha: "I thought you were going blonde not Ron Weasly!"

Musa: "AAAAAhhh HAHAHA" she keeled over the bath while laughing, unable to control herself while Ayesha held onto the door frame for dear life.

Y/n: "I'm supposed to be home in an HOUR! What the hell am I going to DO!?"

Musa began to shed tears of joy and your unfortunate fate.

Ayesha: "I told you! you should have waited for Stella's she's good at this kinda thing you wait a few days she might be able to fix this!"

Y/n: "I can't hide away from my Dad for a couple of days the last time I did that he got my damm uncle involved!"

Ayesha: "the cop one"

Y/n: "Yeah, and it won't matter any way I won't have hair by the time she gets back, my Dad's gonna cut it off!!"

Musa wiped tears from her face.

Musa: "come on I think your exagreting! he wouldn't cut off your hair would he?"

...

Y/n: "I Don't know!!!" she cried out, melting down onto the floor as both Musa and Ayesha held onto each other laughing like mad men.

As the time approached for you to head back home, you and the girls where scrambling to do damege control, styling your hair in any way to make it look less bad, Dutch braids, pig tail, pony tail, French braids, fish tail, basic plat no matter what they did it looked terrible.

infact it took so long to run through all these styles, you were far out behind your cerfew.

Ding

Its youre Dad.

Oh fuck oh Fuck Oh God take me now

Musa: "You know...it's not that bad?" She said as her voice squeaked.

Y/n: "don't lie to me Musa, I look like a damm pumpkin!"

Ayesha: "Maybe if you hide it till Monday, Stella can fix it when she gets back!"

Y/n: "You think I should avoid my Dad seeing my hair for 3 days?"

Ayesha: "Sure, why not just stay in your room, it was a lock dosen't it?"

Y/n: "Ayesha, if I locked by Dad out my room he would kick it down"

Ayesha: "Then just wear hoodies all the time"

Musa: "I think he'll still notice the red hair poking though"

Ayesha: "Yeaaaaaahh it's bad"

Y/n: "I hate you both so much"

As you were taking yourself out the house and at the door, Ayesha hanged back in the hall with Musa, waving you off.

Ayesha: "If don't seen you Monday we'll file you a missing person report!!!" She yelled while smiling as you walked down the street your hoodie wrapped tight round your head, not wanting the world to see this monsterousity.

18:11

As you stood outside your front door, you could hear the TV on, so you must assume Aaron is waiting for you, waiting to scould you for being so late, for walking home alone or for your hair.

God please don't let him see my hair

As you crept into the the living room, you heard a beckon call.

Aaron: "Ay, Y/n, why are you so late huh?"

Think of a lie, think of a good lie

Y/n: "Musa's Dad was having one of his melt down and I didn't want to leave her"

Aaron: "Oh damm, is she okay? Should I pull out the couch for her to crash on?"

Y/n: "Oh no, It's taken care of, and Ayesha's sleeping over at hers so she should be alright"

Aaron: "okay. what you wearing that hoodie for? it's warm inside"

Y/n: "Its just comfortable Dad"

Aaron: "m'kay, anyways I don't really feel like cooking, how about take out?"

Y/n: "Sure Dad" you say dissmissvly as you head off for your room.

Aaron pulled out his phone.

Aaron: "What do you feel like then, we got Korean, chinses, jamican, mexi-"

Y/n: "anything is fine"

Aaron: "...is everything okay?"

Y/n: " yeah I'm good just need to sleep"

Aaron: "It's 6pm?"

Y/n: "yeah I'm tired"

Aaron: " is this about Musa? If she needs to come over it's totally cool"

Y/n: "No, Musa's okay I just want to go to my room and die in my bed"

Aaron: "die in youre bed now? You sure you okay?"

Y/n: "Yes Really I'm fine" You said as you rushed over to your room.

You felt your Dad's hand on youre shoulder, pulling you back.

Aaron: "How bad was it? Musa's Dad?"

Ugh, why must your Dad make you feel so terrible

Aaron: "Should go pick her up?"

Ughhhhhhhhhhhh whyyyyyyyyyyyy

Y/n: "Dad-"

Aaron: "is it like last time? should I call Uncle Jeff?"

Y/n: "Dad-"

Aaron: "I can make room for Ayesha too if she need's to stay"

Y/n: "DAD!"

...

You pull back your hoodie revaling your redish hair. Aaron is confused, your once lovley black hair was now frazzed and ginger.

Aaron: "What the hell happend to your hair?"

Y/n: "I-"

Aaron: "You look like Bob ross"

Y/n: "Excuse me?"

Aaron: "oh dear god, did you try and dye your hair?"

Y/n: "Maybe"

Aaron: "And you did it at Musa's?"

Y/n: "Yeah"

Aaron: "Did Musa do this to you?"

Y/n: "Noooooo I did" You asked wincing, ready to be scoulded for such a silly endevour.

Aaron: "....okay" he huffed.

Aaron went to get his jacket and grabbed his keys.

Y/n: "Lets go get you something to fix...that" He gestured to your hair.

Later, while in the beauty shop youre Dad led you down into the hair care isle.

Aaron: "What were you trying to do anyways?"

Y/n: "I was trying to go blonde"

Aaron: "Ah I see"

He picked out a box of black hair dye.

Aaron: "So you went over to Musa's house to secretly dye your hair, and you thought you could just come home, blonde, and I wouldn't notice?"

Y/n: "No, I just thought You'd accept it...eventually"

Aaron: "uh huh"

He places the dye in the basket.

Aaron: "You need anything before we go?"

Y/n: "Uhh No I'm good"

As you and youre Dad walked out the store, bag in hand he stopped you walking and pointed over to the new local Korean place.

Aaron: "You wanna get some barbeque?"

Y/n: "Sure"

Once you and your Dad got home, he unwrapped the take out and made you a plate.

Aaron: "We'll take care of your hair tmorrow, m'kay?" He said, sitting down next to you on the sofa.

Y/n: "Yeah that sounds good"

Aaron: "What you said about Musa, that true?"

Y/n: "...no"

Aaron: "So you lied about Musa's Dad have a melt down, too what end?"

Y/n: "I just wanted to get you off my back before you saw my hair"

Aaron: "...Don't be lying to be about that kinda thing, it's to serious m'kay? If Musa need's to stay, that's fine but don't be making stuff up"

Y/n: "yeah, I know I'm sorry"

Aaron: "You know who you look like?"

Y/n: "who?"

Aaron: "That new rap girl, ginger lady"

Y/n: "...I hate you"Dad

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A (brief) review of every Donald Sutherland movie (so far)

I’m not coping well with quarantine at all and no one else seems to be either (which makes me feel a bit better) So what started out of boredom back over christmas break has turned into a quest to find and watch every Donald Sutherland movie ever. Probably not my best idea since a lot of them are very old and hard to find and would need to be bought online (which isn't an option right now.) Don’t ask me why, this kinda just happened and I’m not gonna fight it. So stick around for an unprofessional review of a very professional actor’s long film career. 

(if anyone has any suggestions or knows where to find more hmu) 

M*A*S*H*

Ah talk about a movie that didn’t age well (but neither did Holiday Inn and we still watch that) I’m not here to bash on it for being problematic because apart from the way they treated Houlihan, I genuinely loved this movie. It had be rolling the whole time just like the show and I still catch myself whistling like Hawkeye all the time. Probably still like the show better and Alan Alda’s Hawkeye (sorry Donald) but its definitely been a go to when I’m having a rough day.

Kelly’s Heroes

I think this was the first movie of his I ever saw as a little girl and I remember being very confused. (since it didn’t match my dad’s military stories at all) so this ended up being the first one I went out of my way to hunt down and watch and sorry to Clint Eastwood but Donald stole this movie from literally everyone. He’s hilarious, he’s sexy, he steals the show and it’s definitely one of his more underrated movies (the movie itself is a bit long) which is a damn shame since he (literally) died filming this one. (if you don’t know the story, look it up its wild)

Alex in Wonderland 

Wow, who knew he could be such a convincing asshole! At least he becomes aware of it by the end of the film but I just felt so lost by the end. Like ,what did I watch, what happens now? Not one of my favorites but definitely interesting and a sure product of the early 70s. Overall, he does have a lot of good scene (a scene with THE Federico Fellini) that are sometimes light-hearted, dumb, cute, irritating, and just...what? The relationship between him, his wife, and children is probably the only redeeming factor since its pretty accurate for how his actions strain his relationships. I am gonna be honest though, I only watched this one to see him as a long haired hippie 😂 (sorry). 

Klute

Leave it to Jane Fonda to remind me why I’m bisexual (I wish she wasn’t always a prostitute) Although there was a lot more of her and a lot less of him, even though he is John Klute. I am an absolute sucker for those old black and white noir movies and this is no different. It leaves some feelings to be desired at times (Donald apparently felt the same way) but you can really tell there’s a fascinating chemistry between him and Jane (because there actually was) Overall the story was entertaining but the character’s themselves seemed somewhat drab. I wish we got to know more about them and had more scenes with more emotion apart from just the sex and love scenes. Oh well, it was still a pretty damn good movie and I’d definitely watch it again if I got the chance.

Lady Ice

Basically Magnum before Magnum was even a thing. Now just because a movie is bad doesn’t mean it can’t be entertaining. I love the whole Miami Vice vibe I get from this and again, huge fan of private investigators, detectives and dirty schemes. His acting might not be exemplary but I don’t even care. The movie is fun and not every movie has to be deep and meaningful. Nothing wrong with just watching a movie for the hell of it. And that moustache, it’s my kryptonite. 😆

Don’t Look Now

If you haven’t seen this movie, stop reading my bs and go watch it right now. (its free on crackle) This is such a good movie I could make a whole post on it alone. Donald and Julie Christie (I’m still not over her either) put so much into every scene, giving us such a beautiful relationship that’s been fraught with tragedy. Every scene is beautiful and eerie and enchanting Iloveitsomuch!!! I don’t wanna spoil too much because the ending turns everything on its head. I’m not sure if this is meant to be a horror movie but it really walks that uncanny valley with the whole setting of Venice in it’s off season, the dark corridors, creepy premonitions. I will spoil this, I love how for once, the man is the psychic instead of the woman, which is a trope that waaaaaay over done. AND THE SCANDAL! Okay sex scenes in movie isn't exactly scandalous but this one was surprisingly realistic (no they didn’t actually have sex) so everyone in the 70s pitched a hissy fit over it and I can’t understand why. It’s by far the most realistic and beautiful sex scene I’ve ever watch, hats off to Donald and Julie. God Bless Nicholas Roeg for this masterpiece, aaaaahhh just go watch it its so good!

Fellini’s Casanova 

Alright but bear with me on this. I think I had a religious experience while watching this movie. I was overly exhausted and had my eye on it for a while said ‘fuck it let’s watch something weird.’ This what actually started by quarantine marathon (how appropriate) and I can safely say, I think this is the most beautiful, most grotesque, most enchantingly beautiful and yet dark and bizarre movies I’ve ever seen. Donald makes such a convincing 18t century venetian lover and they really went all out with his appearance, acting and the scenery of the whole movie. Everyone in the film seems to genuinely enjoyed everything they’re doing (which says a lot they do some crazy shit in this one) and the whole time, everything is erriley whimsical, almost like a fever dream (which is what this film might have been I dunno). And the fact it spans the entirety of Casanova’s life, from his highest point to his absolute lowest decent into squalor just proves that Fellini holds nothing back AT ALL. Again, no spoilers (I don’t really think I can spoil this film) but there’s just copious amounts of sex and its just plain strange but if you find it in your heart to give it a try, please do. If you’re not sure about it that’s fine definitely not for everyone. However I highly recommend Fellini’s other works. (go watch La Strada)  

Invasion of the Bodysnatchers 

Hahaha oh man I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen this movie. My friends and I in college had a horror movie night and this one seriously freaked out my roommate (i’m so sorry). I love me some sci-fi (I run a star trek blog) and this not only gave me lots of Donald but also Leonard Nimoy, (along with a very young Jeff Goldblum) so yes, this is now one of my favorite sci-fi movies (I did a film analysis on it too). I don’t recommend watching it in quarantine unless you’re into freaking yourself about a global pandemic. I will say, this movie is an anomaly  since I think it might be the only movie that is not only better than its remake, but also better than the book (which I also read) This one gives us Donald (and his moustache) playing of all things, a health inspector (I’m dying) whos put into some creepy scenarios of apocalyptic proportions. This is one of those horror movies that’s fun without being funny. It’s got plenty of drama and awkwardness between to characters while also reaching it’s cult classic status. All the actors in this film manage to give such a convincing performance that you can’t help but feel like you’re right there with the characters, which makes for a fun and terrifying ride. 10/10 would scare my roommate again.

The Great Train Robbery

Donald Sutherland AND Sean Connery? Sounds like a great pair right? Well they are, sort of. Okay this movie looks like a typical british drama, buuuuut I’m not so sure about this one. Donald is pretty great in this one and so is Sean, but I’m just very confused if it’s trying to be serious or funny? The plot itself makes sense and its pretty good but the execution is just...what? Oh well, Donald and Sean make an entertaining pair with their odd “train heist” I felt this movie would have done much better if it went for either one side or the other instead of jumping all over the place, and it played out much more like a soap opera. It’s not bad though but its not a favorite of mine. 

Bear Island

Okay I’ve been pretty nice so far, but this...the only real redeeming part of this movie is Donald and his beard. Which is such a shame because I feel like this could have been SUCH a good movie. The story itself is really good and enthralling but somebody somewhere dropped the ball. No, they didn’t drop it. They threw it off a cliff. Nothing about this movie makes sense, most everyone’s acting is subpar, and I don’t blame them because the script was probably the main offender of this film. Even Donald’s acting is uncharacteristically bad. I know shoot me, criticized his acting.  It’s just so strange to see what could have easily been a fantastic film. Someone send this to Philip Kaufman and ask for a remake because this one needs it. 

Ordinary People

Oh God, this movie. This movie means so much to me. Again, watched it with my roommate, we sobbed like children and its now a must see in our group. The fact that Donald wasn’t even nominated for an oscar for this film is a travesty. A story like this is something that in a way I’ve lived myself. Everyone’s acting in this film is superb and as someone who would know, yes, all of this is very really and very heart wrenching to watch. I don’t mean to get sappy or anything, but I have been Calvin Jarrett, I (and I’m sure others) have been that mediator who eventually is broken by the two fighting forces. Watching his eventual collapse is so surreal and wow this movie really broke me in some spots. Uhg god this movie, I wanna cry just thinking about it. I’d totally watch it but I’ll just spend the whole time wanting to hug him. 

Eye of the Needle 

If any of you know me personally, you’ll know I’m absolutely terrified of needles, so this might not have been the best movie for me to watch, but I had no idea what I was getting myself into. This whole movie is actually pretty fantastic. For once, Donald plays a bad guy, but you can almost root for him (if he wasn’t a nazi) I felt so conflicted because while yes I wanted him to take her away from her horrible husband, hes a damn dirty Nazi, and we don’t stan. Of course, Donald’s character is extremely charming but I’m left wondering if his character really did have feelings for Kate Nelligan. I have a feeling that I could really run with this story. This one is a thrilling story with a thick plot that tears its characters apart. I can’t help but love it.

Crackers

Fight me, I thought it was funny. Not really but this is one of those “entertaining but not really good” movies. Donald’s character is...well, he reminds me a lot of most of my exes. He’s just down on his luck, he’s not a bad guy. Yeah that sums up how I feel about his character. However, the movie overall is pretty damn funny. At least it knows it’s a comedy and it even has a sweet(ish) ending. I will say its not great, but there is a good scene with Donald falling flat on his ass which was so worth the whole rest of the movie. This one is still on my quarantine go to for when I just wanna forget about life for a while. 

Rosary Murders

So this little gem I kinda just watched on a whim thinking it would be some campy horror movie that was very pro-catholic and woooweee was I wrong. I loved this movie so much I ended up watching it twice, two nights in a row. It really was a thrilling movie with a plot thicker than pea soup, all while throwing some (slight) shade at the catholic church. This movie goes less for the horror side of things and more for the shock and drama and it does it well. Not to mention he makes one hell of a cute priest. I loved the hell out of this one and I’m glad i decided on this one the other night. I might even watch it again who knows. 

Pride and Prejudice

Everyone in this movie is neurotic as hell except for Donald Sutherland and Keira Knightly. Sorry I was never a huge Jane Austen fan but I admire her ability to write hell of a good slow burn and that exactly what this is. Hell most of you know what this movie is about so I’m not gonna talk about it too much. Its one of those movies everyone else seems to have seen and I haven’t so mom and I sat down and watched it together. She just laughed as I sat there yelling at the TV, waiting for an exasperated Donald to come on. His final scene though, so sweet. I did like how the movie showed a father daughter relationship that wasn’t toxic (not like the last one) but I was kinda over the whole song and dance after a while. I’m sure most people think its a really good movie but I just don’t get it. 

The Hunger Games (All of them) 

As I understand it, this movie actually means a lot to Donald, as it does to a lot of people, and that he really enjoyed working with Jennifer Lawrence, so that’s nice. Yes I’ve seen all three (four) movies, read all the books and I couldn’t think of anyone else to better play Katniss Everdeen’s antithesis than someone like Donald. I feel like this is one of those roles that was just made for him. He was such a scary and venomous villain that played so well off of the main protagonist. Uhg I really do love the Hunger Games Series, it was a huge part of my childhood, I just hate how the fans destroy people who love the main villain, like many fandoms do (looking at you star trek). I wish I could just enjoy these movies in peace without everyone being so polarized on them. 

Oh wow there’s definitely gonna be a part two but as of now, this is all I got. I’ve got a long way to go and (with the way things are looking here in the U.S.) I’ve got plenty of time to do so. I really do enjoy doing these kinds of things so if you want me to watch and ramble about any other movies (no, it doesn’t have to have Donald Sutherland) I’m gonna be in quarantine for a while, so let’s at least do something fun to pass the time. 😊

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Nightingale & Peregrine Chapter Three

For those of you new to this series, here’s The Beginning

Previous, Next

...

Mandie was fully aware that Emily hid a lot. She was old friends with Diana, it was impossible not to have secrets. The fact that Moses was Emily’s son didn’t actually surprise her, he had his mother’s skill for speaking without saying anything. He was terrible at facial expressions though, especially his disappointment when he couldn’t take home food.

Her observations on her new acquaintance led to her walking into Helena’s door, presumably loud enough for a normal person to hear. She opened it to see Helena looking at her with a face she had seen to many times.

The face said, “for a sensitive, you sure are unaware of your surroundings.”

She was glad for Helena being non-verbal, it saved her the time of an instinctive lecture.

Mandie sat on the floor to face Helena.

“Did you like Emily’s son?”

She shrugged.

“Do you still dislike Emily?”

Shrug again.

“If you can't give me a straight answer then I guess it's time for bed.”

Helena gave her a critical look.

“Your bed, my work.”

Crossed arms and a pout.

“You’re eight, you have to be at least ten to be a superhero.”

Helena huffed, but moved from the floor to her bed, pulled the sheet up, waved goodnight, and flopped down, somehow managing not to hit the wall behind her. She may not like it, but Helena was good at doing what she was told--Mandie shivered at the thought of what somebody else would do with that knowledge.

She sat on the bed next to Helena, pushing the hair off the girl’s face. She was peaceful, and almost looked sweet. Mandie been around her enough to know she wasn’t sweet. Loyal to a fault, a stockpile of energy, a powerhouse, all could fit for Helena, but she wasn’t sweet. Another descriptor could be asleep.

Mandie stepped out, closing the door as quietly as possible. She listened for a beat to make sure Helena hadn’t just gotten good at pretending to sleep. Wait, what about brushing her teeth?

She opened the door again and got close enough to smell Helena’s breath. Yep, it smelled like the watermelon toothpaste she’d let Helena pick out. Mandie had to remind herself that this was part of a normal childhood, and Helena deserved that, even if it gave Mandie a headache.

...

After a few moments of reassuring herself Helena was fine, Mandie was finally in the basement, her beloved place of work.

Mandie took a second to look at the equipment, all hightech, none typical for a seamstress. She grabbed the belt off of the workbench. Taking a deep breath, she placed it on her waist and pressed the two buttons on the sides.

More white threads than any human could or should count began coming out. She focused on the threads, weaving them together into the durable cloth that made the costume.

“Dense at the chest, light on the arms, skirt and pants medium.”

She took a second to smile at her handiwork, especially at the yellow threads that made it look like the outfit had seams tonight.

She grabbed her cellphone and punched in the number she needed.

“Misty here!”

“Are you--”

“On my way!”

“Wait!”

No response, but Misty hadn’t hung up.

“She’s asleep right now, don’t wake her up.”

“Got it!” Misty hung up.

With the baby-sitter out of the way, Mandie grabbed her mask. Nightingale was ready for a fight.

Except for the part where the only shoes she could find were her heels. Her proper boots were somewhere in the house, but she had to go soon.

...

Ace of Spades was predictable. He had chosen the less likely counterclockwise pattern of warehouse movement, but predictable. The part where he still wasn’t there, though annoying, didn’t make him any less predictable.

Nightingale closed her eyes to read the room. They all had the same question on their minds as she did : “Where’s the boss?”

“Sorry to tell you this boys,” his voice bounced around the room, Nightingale wasn’t sure where it came from, “but you’re all bait.” An energy went through the room, giving her a headache and turning all the goons unconscious, which kept her from realizing a hand was pushing her on the back.

She was able to land without hurting herself, but just barely. She stood and looked up to see there was someone where she had just been.

“You really enjoy turning the tables, don’t you?”

“I like to make the beginning and the end match.” Ace of Spades jumped down and began walking towards her, cane swinging in hand.

When he got close enough, the cane swung for her head. She ducked, feeling an energy just above her. She pushed her own energy through her arm and hit him in the stomach, sending him back.

He stood up and started shortening the gap she’d made between them. She moved back.

“To be honest,” he said, “I didn’t expect the heels.”

“figured I’d give you as fair a fight as I could.” She ran towards him to kick him in the chest. The singular advantage of heels was that they could cause some serious hurt.

Pain. She was on the ground and he was unhurt. She got up just as he pointed the cane at her neck, same energy pulsing through it as before. She backed up as he moved forward, until she hit a wall.

The cane seemed important to him. She reached for it with her mind, but it was slippery somehow. Then it was sideways on her neck, pressed close.

“I was told once if you ever find yourself in a fair fight, you've done something wrong,” Ace of Spades told her, “so, Nightingale, what have you done wrong?”

He was an idiot. Her hands were free, and then they were pulling the cane away from her neck. He pushed back. She added a bit of extra force.

“Aaaaahhh!”

It was painful enough to make her scream, and that was when the only points of contact were her hands.

When he let go, and the pain stopped, she opened her eyes.

Ace of Spades was unconscious on the ground. She bent down and pressed her fingers to his temple to get a surface reading on him. Not unconscious, catatonic. She racked her brain for the procedure her teacher had taught her.

…

“The only time a Psychic is harmless is in a state of catatonia.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t be here then,” Kitty said, filing down her claws.

Mandie rolled her eyes. Kitty looked the mean girl, but played the jokester.

“Catatonia has nothing to do with Kitty’s name sake,” their teacher replied, “can anyone tell me what it is?”

Mandie pushed the words “I can” into his mind.

“Mr. Peters, what is it?”

She still lost.

Carter smirked, “When someone is in an immobile stupor.”

“Ms. Piec, your answer?”

Either Carter got it wrong, or the teacher was in a mood to damage someone’s ego, or both. Mandie was taking her chance no matter what.

“The definition for a psychic catatonia is when the mind, although able to maintain basic bodily functions, stops.”

“Exactly!”

“Like what happened to the boy Mandie kissed at homecoming?” Carter asked.

“I--he--”

“How did you get him out of it professor?” Kitty asked.

“Well in the shows you shock the heart to bring it back to life. Since the mind isn’t dead with catatonia, you can shock it back to life, so to speak.”

…

“Fear and pain work best,” Nightingale muttered. Luckily, she’d just had a moment full of pain and terror that she could pull up for this very purpose.

She took a deep breath before pressing her fingers to his temple again, bringing her forehead close to his. Focusing on the pain she’d just felt, she closed her eyes, and projected that memory. For a brief moment she saw three people and felt a bit happier, but it faded when Ace of Spades gasped for air, breaking the connection.

Nightingale moved herself back up, grabbing the cane as she went.

“I’m keeping this.” She walked out through the doors of the warehouse, checked to see if he was watching, and disappeared, grateful stealth mode hadn’t been damaged by the fight.

…

If Mandie had thought, she would’ve put a bug somewhere on Ace of Spades. As it stood she was sitting in her basement with bandaged palms, waiting for Catherine to message her back.

“Where did you get this?”

Or call her. That couldn’t be good news. She made mental note to make sure she had warning on calls, even if she had to accept them.

“Fighting the most recent menace to my town.”

“Is that why I got feedback from you?”

Mandie occasionally forgot about the psychic link between she and her sister since the distance of their homes meant they only felt anything from it during intense emotional situations.

“That was either from the pain, or from the part where I had to push him out of catatonia.”

“What pain?”

“Are you watching me?”

“Of course.”

Mandie showed her bandaged hands to the camera.

“Eek, was it the cane?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you use your powers too?”

“Too?”

Mandie’s screen showed a patent she’d seen before.

“It’s dad’s design Mandie, our tech.”

“Your gloves.”

“Except designed for telekinesis instead of electric shocks.”

“This is great news.”

Catherine took a moment to respond with, “Our tech is being stolen and this is great news?”

“It means this guy is a telekinetic, which is a parameter you can search for on the database.”

“I love you Mandie, but you are way too much of an optimist.”

“Are you still running that program?”

Silence. Maybe that was too mean.

“I have to go to sleep, but I’ll look through the database for you tomorrow.” Catherine hung up

...

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Red Queen, a reactionary post

Red Queen, 5x2, comments with pictures and meta with kabby. But mostly Kabby okay. 

Miller is totally Octavia's head of the guard

So like...how do they stick that cog on her head? They got bunker glue? I never cared much for the whole idea of Octavia and Niylah but this episode  is really selling it.

Love that its Dad!Kane who heard his daughter outside and now Abby is convinced that it's Clarke.

So much tension between these two it's like season 1 Kabby tension except that they've already had sex. This would be a really great time for them to have some angry hate sex. But like after they discover the door is shut.

Marcus we don’t have chains...but we do have tape. ;)

Everyone of Octavia's original council is not a part of her counsel anymore. With the exception of Indra who is on her way out. It will only be a matter of time before Indra is forced to make a choice.

She should have kept Marcus, Abby and Indra as her council.

"I didn't us all so we could just kill ourselves." Irony at it's finest.

How did I miss Oslaya? Octavia’s got like 50 names. Skairipa, Osylaya, Blodriena I can’t freaking keep them straight. 

That looks so appetizing.

I mean look how happy Marcus looks at getting fed. Almost as happy as he looked on the ark. 

"Mind if I join you?" and make it reaaaallyy obvious that you’d rather be somewhere else....

No I really wasn’t looking at her...

Honestly I’d rather sit with Abby then Jaha and his creepy adopted son any day.

"Whatever your fighting about, she'll come around." Well I guess everyone knows their a couple...but I guess neither of them  have been subtle about it. I mean Abby jabbed Jaha with a seditive and Marcus refushed to let her die outside.

"Uncle Theo, can I have some more?"  "Here Ethan have mine." Marcus never wanted that slop so any chance he can get to give it away he's going to take it.

"I'm still glad you stopped me from fighting Octavia for this place." They are really pushing redemption really hard for him. First he adopts a kid and now he's all happy Marcus gassed everyone.  Also...he wouldn't be saying that six years later....but it's Jaha maybe he would.

Jackson + Miller is so cute and I love it about a hundred times more than Brian & Miller. Plus it's about time that Jackson had some romance. Or a  plotline that doesn't just consist of "Hey Abby"

Also Abby is a Jackson/Miller shipper and I love it. Even though she's  pretty broken.

"Marcus said you had another headache..." MARCUS - the fact that Marcus and Jackson are on first name basis I love it so much. I can't wait to see more of their friendship and bond over loving Abby. I feel torn on one hand yeah Jackson really shouldn't be talking to Marcus about Abby but on the other hand it's great that he is because someone needs to take care of her because she's breaking and needs help. And she's in that ugly self loathing place.

Why'd you have to hit my bae?

"Abby opened the door. I wonder would you have done that if he was already safe inside?" maaaaybbe. Love that this show asks the hard questions. She was really uber conflicted about keeping the door shut. And it did extend beyond Marcus. But Marcus really was her main goal. and seeing Abby stab Jaha was everything.

"It will stop the next culling of our people." hahahaha Okay Kara Cooper. 

So Abby is in chains with Marcus...she had to have protested. I’d expect nothing less from my Abby. 

Abby says the C word. This is actually something I speculated on before the episode aired and before Abby mentions it. and...that's definitely what happened during the dark year. The blight or The dark year....whatever you want to call it.

And now I can REALLY see why Abby took that downward spiral and now much guilt she must feel for putting them into that situation. Poor girl can't win. Doing what she thinks is right. Telling Jaha about Jake and then having to live with it and him being floated. And having to live with that decision. Then pushing to open that door to save Marcus and the others and now....cannibalism.

Jaha is the boy in the book sitting by the tree and resting.

Wasn't Niyah kind of a doctor? Why is she now a street vendor for wonkru?

How to solve a problem like Octavia and Gaia? My speculation on season 5 was some serious sibling rivialy between Octavia and Gaia. Now it totally has flipped with Gaia completely encouraging this blood thirsty side of Octavia. With Indra 100% regretting pushing the two of them together. Octavia and Gaia are going to be a HUGE bloody force to be reckoned with. I am totally here for Indra being on the outside instead of the inside of her daughters.

Wonkru Population Reduction: Gladiator In this situation that Wonkru have found themselves, population reduction is something that is needed. Gladiatorial matches however feel like their going backwards instead of forward. And now Jaha's method of floating seems way less harsh. My question or speculation is that in 6 years it seems like the Gladiator matches have evolved from 'this is how we solve our problems with criminals' to 'this is entertainment'. 

No longer is the one to survive the match automatically granted freedom. Octavia votes on wheater you live or die. SO even if  you win the match you could still die.

Headcannon made clear by canon: Kabby are totally into BDSM. 

That is an insane amount of food. I dare TWO people to eat that much. 

Also this episode has been brought to you by Marcus Kane’s love affair with a dammned good meal. Look at that face. Look at how much we wants that damned food. 

I also really thought that Abby wasn’t eating because she’s not eating when they are at lunch. Only takes her pills with water and then here she passes on the food. 

"Really? Then why did you try to float me on the ark?” When he told her he’d save her life even if he didn’t love her. She called him on his bullshit. I would have loved for him to respond to that but what could he have said? I’m a different man now. Which is true and she knows that. I feel like the reason why he didn’t respond is that he knows that he has no excuse for what he did. And again he doesn’t see things the way he did before. That whole exchange reminded me of last season when Marcus was trying to talk Bellamy out of going into the acid rain. And Bellamy yells at him that he floated his mom.  Another thing I wanted to point out is I love how much the two of them have gotten to know the other. They both see right through the other.

"I know you've never felt you were apart of the ark." In which case Octavia and Marcus switch places.

Who is this guy? I know I've seen him somewhere...and is Kara picking her nails? Wow so damned casual while she’s just waiting for people to die outside. 

I love that they have this gorgeous piece playing during the heartfelt Kabby scene. Abby going through withdrawal. Marcus watching Abby with concern and  so much love. My god he loves her so much. I love how he just puts his hand  on her back to calm her down.

"How did you think I could carry you outside and shut the door? Abby I'm sorry but I'm not that strong." Marcus LOVES YOU SO much. It's so devastating but so beautiful.

Even as broken as Abby is she doesn't regret saving him. And in all honesty I don't know if the other would have surved in that bunker if they hadn't saved the other one.

WHHHY!? did you have to interrupt their beautiful kiss!? The fact that Abby was  the one intiate it. Damn you!

knock knock knock! Surprise Bitch it's Blodreina!

"Abby you can't fix me this time." Season 1 parallel, to when Abby saved his life.

Marcus saying the travelers blessing for Jaha! aaaaahhh!

Thelonius Jaha...May we not meet again. Really felt like this whole episode is them trying their best to redeem Jaha. Giving him this kid, saving wonkru and giving Octavia leadership advice. but.... I really have felt like Jaha's story had run out years ago. And that he might have meant to die at the end of season one but he just kept popping back up. And then he influenced Clarke just the way he did to Marcus and that shit was going down bad.

Gaia reallly loves herself some bloodshed.

"Your a healer not a fighter thats why I love you." awwwwwwweee! Their like mini kabby.

Kara is the first winner of the pit and Marcus is the last. BE THE LAST. and Marcus was the last.

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So am gonna do some write some things i whant to happe warning swering

Charicters my bother alex hes 17 my sister karol shes 4 my mom Ema my dad max my crush David hes 14 Eric Jessica crush my bff Jessica shes 13 my enimy nela David girlfrind shes12 Maya erics girlfrind shes 13

and my dogs simi and sindy i Will show you a photo of them and me Julie am 13 lets get started

So i woke up to my bother crying becc He dident have weed so i woke up and i got dresst for school and my dogs simi

This is simi and this is sindy

So i took them on a walk beffore school and then i whent to school and i saw Jessica and i whent up to her and she told me that she saw Eric kissing a other girl And she whas crying so i said go and tell him you like him go she Said no its not like you would say that to David....... What EVER so lets go to classs ok in classs teacher so am gonna make a group Julie David and nela next Jessica Erik and Maya i whas mad that jess ad to wach them kisss NOW thats when i lost IT i stud up and sad YOU KNOW WHAT ERIC JESS LIKES YOU SO YOU BETTER NOT MAYA KISS HER OK OR YOU WILL BE DEAD Eric Said i dont Care About her and i lost IT Again so i yeld SO WHAT YOU DATED MAYA THE WARST GIRL EVER JESS DESERVES BETTER THEN YOU DICKthen the teacher came to me and and Said you are gowing home missie classs dismis so David came up to me And whas like did you Just say that and i whas like yes am sorry its ok i fore give you then Maya came up to me and slapt me then David came and He Said Maya stop go away and then He Said Julie i like you Will you be my girl i said yes so a cople yers past am 15 NOW so i whent to school and

Karol came to me And Said she had a crush aaaaahhh ok so i whent to classs and i did this dance

In classs and the boy where looking at me And jess came to me And Said me And Eric are dating then my bother alex came in my classs and the girls in my classs lookt like him And Said Julie is that your bother hes hot i said ohh hes ugly Julie where rich WHAT no way omg bye jess David come lets go so we where in a limo and when i came home i saw a mantion i whas so supprised and happy at the samé time so i whent inside And my room whas 10 Times bigger then Last time i whas so happy then i whent shoping whith jess and David And i whent to sleep next Day i whent to school and saw jess crying and i whent to her and she Said Eric Brock up whith me i list IT Again i whent up to him And saw him kissing my sister WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOWING GET OF HER YOU DICK HEAD YOU BETTER LET GO OF HER I LIKE HIM JULIE NO YOU CANT DO THAT GO HOME GO AWAY FROM HIM NOW THATS THE BOY YOU LIKE YES ITS HIM GO HOME NOW JULIE WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOWING YOU CANT DO THAT YES I CAN

End of story like if you whant more

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Megan Reads Oathbringer (part 8)

AAAAANND WE’RE BACK!

Hello, fronds, apologies for the brief hiatus, but I had to pause the reading/liveblogging because I was busy finishing my novel. YEP, I FINISHED WRITING MY BOOK, WHOOO! And then it was December, and there was Christmas, and traveling, and retail job at Christmas, and Star Wars, and what little time I had to myself I spent chilling because I was exhausted, but ANYWAY, I’M BACK, FRONDS, LET’S GET ON WITH THIS.

Part 8 encompasses pages 557-666 (previous parts) 

whooooops where did I leave off, OKAY INTERLUDES

Why...why are we doing anything near Aimia? Listen: Axies the Collector is cool, but two-thousand-cremlings-in-a-trench-coat was waaayyy too far over the horror line for me. I do not want more of this.

So...there’s a third storm? But this one is stationary and around Aimia?

MORE REASON NOT TO GO THERE

Whoa, that sure is a side effect of Soulcasting... #yikes

Or is it not soulcasting? Is it something Radiant?

Oh fuck. Fine. This is fine. You know, the previous Stormlight books didn’t have this much body horror in them.

Ahh, shit, wasn’t there an Oathgate on Akinah? I don’t want a direct line to  two-thousand-cremlings-in-a-trench-coat.

“the creatures that accompanied the spren” So...like......their Cognitive shadows? the versions of them still in the Cognitive Realm even as bits of them manifest visibly in the physical? Or...something else?

I’m sorry, did they just...die?

What the

What even is Aimia, really?

Mmmkay, actually, I don’t want to know. I don’t want to know the secret of Aimia, I am not interested in being EATEN by two-thousand-cremlings-in-a-trench-coat.

Genuis!Taravangian is an asshole. I’m not surprised, I’m just. Stating a fact.

!!!! Are his secretary and the Dustbringer a thing? Are they together? Get it, girls!

I still don’t trust the Dustbringer.

Aslo “the most likely to accept their cause” Why? Is the “cause” like...destroying the world? I don’t remember if we know the Diagram’s endgoals.

...There’s a danger line for the “too smart” end of the sliding scale? Smart.

Also his name is Vargo? Vargo Taravangian? hehehehehe

IT’S NOT ABOUT DESERVE.

I think I hate him.

Dumb question: if Taravangian wants to take over Alethkar--presumably so he can take over the world--then aren’t he and Dalinar working toward the same goal? They both want a unified Roshar. So why kill Dalinar instead of working with him? The logical solution is to work with him, since he’s more charismatic and has a higher chance of actually succeeding, and then kill him off after he’s succeeded in laying the groundwork, and take over from there?

Not that I’m encouraging this, I’m just saying: Taravangian needs to sort out his priorities.

“kill those children” seriously, fuck this asshole, what a douchecanoe.

Also Renarin the wild card HECK YES.

The farming question can be easily answered: Progression.

Not all the Radiants’ powers were battle powers.

“the part of the world that mattered” OH FUCK YOU. That’s not how it works. It’s not about deserve. It’s about having the ability to help, which gives you the responsibility to help. If you can, then you should. No exceptions. No “matters”. Everyone matters. Everything matters. Everyone deserves to be saved.

Except maybe Kylo Ren, but that’s a different story.

Buddy. Odium already made a deal. He wants out of it now. Also he’s not a spren or a god, so why should your pathetic rules hold him?

Oh. Duh. Somehow I didn’t connect Listeners and gemhearts? But of course they do. How else would they bind spren? They infuse their hearts.

Oooohhhhh snap, they done got possessed.

Aw, Venli...things not going your way anymore?

Idk, I should feel bad for her, but I don’t? She brought this on herself. And on her friends. And on her sister, who is still dead. This is her fault.

“The listener gods were not completely sane.” I mean, idk what you expected.

Though, neither are our gods, so I guess we can’t talk.

Seriously, what did Alethkar do to them?

Oh. Wait. Where was Jezrien from? King of the Heralds, right? Prooobably his idea to make the OAthpact? His fault they were bound? That’s probably what Alethkar did to them...

Oooh, the new epigraphs are from the library at Urithiru! Heck ye, Radiant archives!

Though Taln and the Stonewards need to take a chill pill on the self-sacrificing front, apparently.

(Eks would be a Stoneward, pass it on)

Wait, no, hold on--the whole of part three with no Moash pov? But I’m WORRIED about MY BOY.

I’m unnecessarily suspicious of literally every guard that’s not Bridge Four. But particularly of this Rial guy. What is he, Bridge Thirteen? I don’t trust him. At all. He’s too...glib? with Dalinar to be a proper bridgeman. Around other bridgemen, fine, but with Dalinar? I don’t trust it.

I’m with Navani. “The greasy man is...unfitting.”

ooohh, Dalinar...... he “reminds him of friends from the old days.” Tho, bud, how many of those died, betrayed you, or left to become ardents?

Dalinar should know by now to just...not trust people implicitly. Always question.

I really, genuinely can’t imagine how awkward Kaladin and Shallan’s excursion to Theylan City was. Didn’t they fly? Shallan was probably all SCIENCE!! about it and Kaladin was definitely grumpy “let me fly in peace” boy. Nerds.

Sorry, hold on--you’re counting on Kaladin “Impulsive” Stormblessed and Adolin “Disaster Bi” Kholin to make sure Elhokar doesn’t do anything stupid? That’s like asking two kittens to babysit the new puppy.

“I can’t afford to lose you.” AAaaahhh

omg, no, don’t give Kaladin land. What will he do with it? Turn it into the Land of Misfit Bridgecrews?

Five times...so what’s it been, 50 days? Not even? That’s so little time!!

“Or is someone else receiving [the prayers] instead?” ...Isn’t that just the most chilling thought.

There has to be an explanation beyond “The Heralds are nuts” for Shalash to be erasing herself from visual records.

I’m sorry, rockbuds blossom? and have fragrance? Stop and smell the rockbuds?

“I am a diplomat.” Yeah, and I’m a rockbud.

How is Taravangian such a good actor? Or is he really this emotional on days when he’s not a raging asshole of a genius?

Aw yis, non-hereditary monarchy! I love!

“Does it involve punching someone?” It’s Dalinar, so, what do you think?

“Stone-sinew, Herald of Soldiers.” But...Taln’s focus is bone? Ishar is sinew?

I suppose “Stone-bone, Herald of Soldiers” would be a little too ridiculous-sounding...

brb, changing my url to “stone-bone-herald-of-soldiers”

“It was as if Odium had a grudge against this one in particular.” SAD ABOUT TALN FOREVER: THE MEGAN STORY

I s2g Dalinar is the most Extra son of a bitch in all of Roshar.

HOw do I prove I’m not trying to take over your country? I know! I’ll let you stab me through the chest! This is the BEST IDEA.

oooooooo Tension, maybe?

TENSION!! THIS SHIT IS SO COOL OMG

Also his special power--resonance? right?--is listening and that’s delightful. Or...I’m guessing that’s what it is.

Heck ye, Renarin!

“Strength and passion, the Vorin way.” In other words...Honor and Odium....hmm

So it’s Kaladin, Elhokar, Shallan, Adolin, Skar, Drehey, and...who? Some other bridgemen? It’s gonna be a fun roadtrip, tbh.

Buddy, Shallan ignoring her problems IS a problem! Don’t support this impulse! Don’t encourage this!

omg of COURSE Adolin hates flying. Nerd.

“No wisecracks about missing boots?” No, because that wasn’t funny.

“First assess the area for danger, get the lay of the land. Then gawk.” I LOVE MY SON SO MUCH, WHAT A TRAVEL NERD, BUT ALSO #SAME BRO

...we knew that Elhokar had a kid, but every time I’m reminded of it, I get really weirded out. He’s not old enough to be a dad.

PLease meet up with Moash. Please. I’m dying. My crops are failing. My skin is dry. Help me.

the advantage of living through Bridge Four is that you can sleep well anywhere? Well, I mean. I GUESS That’s an advantage. Sort of.

OH of COURSE it’s an Unmade. We do have eight more of those to encounter and deal with.

Whose is this though? Kaladin’s? Or are Elhokar or Adolin finally going to manifest?

(This is assuming that my theory about there being one Unmade for each order of Radiants to defeat is sound.)

Elhokar is trying so hard to be good.

Also Shallan is mean to Kaladin again, news at nine. *rolls eyes*

So, it’s going to be Kaladin’s Unmade then.

Elhokar, you know that the more you tell yourself you’re going to fail, the more likely you will? Stop it. Have confidence.

“Adolin made you want to laugh with him.” Yeah, he doesn’t punch down.

Also, the Kadolin is REAL, and I’m living.

Kaladin really is too good for this world.

I’m sorry, the fancy lighteyes’ gated villas have guards to keep the refugees off their perfectly manicured lawns? Fuck that. Fuck them.

“I needed someone I’d trust with my life, or more. So I brought us to my tailor.” THIS CHILD IS A DISASTER AND I LOVE HIM

Oh snap! we’ve made it halfway through the book!

“Even his voice was adorable.” HONESTLY, people who don’t ship Shadolin: how? It’s so pure and good and supportive and wonderful!

How did Aesudan know the parshmen were voidbringers? And why did she order them killed only to desert the city?

I suppose fabrials do trap and use spren, right? So it makes sense that the yellowgold...voidspren? would be offended by that sort of...I guess, spren enslavement? Sort of? But why are they so concentrated here? Which Unmade is it and what does it do other than corrupt other spren? and influence people.

How To Corrupt Spren and Influence People, a new bestseller by Odium, found in stores near you!

“I am the only one here who has confronted one of the Unmade directly.” Yeah, you, the Kholin bros, and most of Bridge Four who protected you while you did your thing. But sure.

Kaladin, when will you stop seeing your brands as part of yourself and let yourself heal?

Aw, I’m proud of her, admitted Veil is--oh. “They are both equally fake.” Hon, no... please. Talk to someone about this.

Aharietiam, or as I like to call it, “that other stupidly long and impossible-to-pronunce “A”-word.”

Sorry, but the fact that Shallan takes pleasure in pissing Kaladin off-- “he glared at you in the most satisfying of ways” --is really....gross. Uncomfortable. I’m not here for it.

Like, yeah, teasing is fine, but like... if it strays over from teasing into Actively Pushing Someone’s Buttons Just to Make Them Angry, then it’s BAD, okay? It’s really bad. I can say from experience: it’s very bad.

Well, I mean, that explains why no one’s come back from the palace.

“As a connoisseur of things that have killed me...” honestly. what are we up to now? Poison bread. Shipwreck and drowning. Run through with a sword. Dear god, child, you need to be more careful.

Kaladin making bad puns and smiling is giving me life though. Petition for more.

So, the Skybreakers and the Windrunners did not get along? Justice vs. Honor, I suppose...not unexpected. Especially is one is corrupted.

Isn’t Ishar...Bondsmiths? Herald of Luck? Are you sure?

“He is now as mad as the rest. More, perhaps.” Yeah, I got that vibe from Edgedancer.

Shit. Of course he set himself up as a god-king.

(He and the Lord-Ruler should make t-shirts.)

Dangit, Ishar founded the Oathpact, so bang goes that theory about Jezrien and Alethkar and the listeners.

“The Stormfather hated to be misquoted.” Pppfffft.

HECK YE, Bridge Four got a sword!!

Also omg Navani invented alarm clocks. Bless her.

She packed him lunch! BLESS THESE ADORABLE NERDS. God, they are ridiculous.

Dalinar hitching a ride to Azir with Jasnah and her just going, “Byyyeeeeee” and leaving him alone is HILARIOUS to me.

I wonder if the color of the gemstones in the epigraphs correspond to the radiant orders. Like, if the Windruners recorded in sapphire, and the Lightweavers recorded in garnet, etc.

Okay, I went back and checked, and that seems legit. I’m going to guess that’s been #confirmed by people who finished this book earlier than me, but listen.

“covered by a magnificent bronze dome” Lift voice: “boobies” Me: snrk

SPIRITUAL ADHESION!? WTF THIS IS SO COOL

OMG, he brought them an essay, that’s magnificent. Especially because they all had to write essays to apply to be king. Or.. Prime? WHATEVER THAT’S HILARIOUS AND I LOVE AZIR SO MUCH

hello, I love Jasnah, this is news to no one, but girl wrote an essay in rhythmic meter and *melts*

...the Azish parshmen negotiating for pay is...very Azish of them. And the Alethi parshmen gathering for war is very Alethi. And the Theylan parshmen sailing off into the sunset is very Theylan of them.

HA, Dalinar just said the same thing in the next paragraph, go me.

LIFT ATE HIS LUNCH, I LOVE HER, HELLO BBY I’VE MISSED YOU

“The crazy spren who lives in the forest.” 1. I love Lift a lot. 2. uuhhh...we know the Heralds are crazy, and I assumed Odium was crazy, but Cultivation, too?? Is ANYONE here sane anymore?

oh wow they agreed.

didn’t...see that coming. Not with so much book left.

OOOHHH SNAP HE REMEMBERS. HERE WE GO HERE WE GO AAHHHH

Every time I’m reminded that Adolin is only, like, 24yo, I have to tell myself that I was about that old when WoR came out and he’s not actually a child.

Anyway, 12yo Adolin is a gift. “Neat!” this kiddo aahhh

“It was gratifying to see how much one could accomplish in both politics and trade by liberally murdering the other fellow’s soldiers.” PUNK!DALINAR NEEDS TO LOOK AT HIS LIFE AND HIS CHOICES AND RECONSIDER HIS WORD CHOICE AT THE VERY LEAST

hugs are un-Alethi. this is why they have so many issues. they are emotionally constipated from lack of hugs.

“The other son” fuck you, punk!Dalinar

also “she’d never be a great scribe” yeah, that’s ‘cause she’s left-handed, you Vorin jerks

haaaa, he has a point. That even if he and Gavilar know that he wouldn’t ever betray Gavilar for the throne, Gavilar’s advisors aren’t stupid and will find reasons for Dalinar to be...elsewhere.

“Storms, I don’t deserve her, do I?” NO YOU FREAKING DON’T

tbh, I’m not even sure present-day Dalinar deserves her. Like, he’s better now, but he’s still... a soldier. He’s still a strategist. And Evi deserves a soft, gentle person who loves her.

Evi deserves the world, tbh, and I’m Upset because she’s going to die and I’m going to be Sad.

[snappedsky]

Fanatics 64

It's Devi's birthday, so Nny, Squee, Tenna, the Night Terrors, and Serena throw her a surprise party. What could go wrong?? Previous! Next!

Devi’s Birthday

           Devi’s apartment is bustling with activity. There are streamers hanging off the walls, balloons floating against the ceiling, and the smell of baking wafting through the air. Johnny, Squee, Tenna, Mr. Fuck, Psycho Doughboy, Reverend Meat, Sickness, and Serena are busy setting everything up for a surprise party.

           “Okay,” Tenna booms, “I’m gonna go pick up Devi from the bus stop. You guys finish everything up. Somebody watch the parking lot for when we arrive and get ready to jump out and shout ‘surprise’.”            “Anything to get out of work,” Reverend Meat salutes before going over to the window.

           “Devi’s been really stressed lately so this has to go perfectly,” Tenna orders, “Squee, you’re in charge.”            “We won’t let you down,” Squee says.

           “Wanna bet?” Johnny mutters.

           “Alright, I’ll be back,” Tenna chimes before disappearing out the door.

           Everyone quickly gets back to work to finish the party. Serena and Sickness mix drinks while the Doughboys argue over what music to play and Squee makes up the icing. Johnny leans against the counter next to him.

           “Is this even a good idea? Devi’s not really the partying type,” Johnny points out, “maybe she just wants to relax alone.”

           “She needs to loosen up,” Serena argues, “and what better way to loosen up then getting drunk with your friends to loud music.”

           “I can think of some ways,” he mumbles.

           “You know, you need to loosen up too,” she says and hands him a shot of vodka. “Drink this.”

           “Sorry, but I don’t accept drinks from vampires,” he grunts.

           “Suit yourself,” she shrugs and downs the shot.

           “Come on, Nny, this is for Devi,” Squee says, “I think she’ll love it not for the party itself, but for the effort we put into it.”            “If you say so,” Johnny mutters.

           Squee smiles. “Wanna help me ice the cake?”            Johnny sighs. “Yeah.”            Squee takes the chocolate cake out of the oven and they get to work icing it.

           Meanwhile, a few blocks away, Devi gets off a bus at the bus stop. She sighs wearily and rolls her neck.

           She’s hardly surprised when she suddenly hears loud squealing. She smiles weakly as Tenna glomps her, squeezing her tight.

           “Happy birthday, D!” she cheers.

           “Thanks, Ten,” Devi sighs.

           Tenna lets her go and they start walking away together.

           “So, how’s the family?” Tenna asks.

           “Oh, you know, the usual,” Devi replies, “my mom’s nosy, my sister’s annoying. Dad is the only one who’s bearable. He got me some nice paintbrushes.”

           “Aw, that’s nice,” she coos.

           “So what do you have planned for me?” Devi asks.

           “What? Planned? Nothing!” Tenna scoffs.

           “Uh huh,” she nods, unconvinced.

           “Come on, I would never plan something behind your back.”            “Yes, you would. You do all the time.”            Tenna just laughs it off and ends the conversation. She’s sure Devi will appreciate the party as long as everything goes perfectly. And she made sure it was set up perfectly. Now she just has to trust the others will behave themselves until they get back.

           They’ll be back in fine minutes. How much can go wrong?            Back at Devi’s apartment, everything is going smoothly. The cake is iced and ready, the drinks are mixed, and the Doughboys even agreed on what music to play. It’s almost unbelievable how perfect everything is.

           Reverend Meat perks up and turns away from the window. “Hey, Squee, Zim is coming in.”            “Ah, he’s here with the fireworks,” Squee says and hurries to the door. He opens it and watches down the hall.

           “Fireworks?” Johnny questions.            

           “Tenna’s idea,” he states, “so I got Zim to hook us up.”

           “Why not just buy fireworks from the store?” he asks.

           “Because Irken fireworks are ten times better than anything humans can produce,” Zim replies as he comes down the hall. He’s carrying a metal crate.

           “Thanks a bunch, Zim,” Squee replies as he takes the crate. As soon as Zim lets go, it becomes way too heavy. Squee nearly drops it but Nny quickly takes it.

           “No problem, Squee,” Zim shrugs, “let me show you how it works.”

           He opens up the crate and takes out a firework. It looks just like an Earth firework but with a very short wick. “These don’t require a wick to be lit. All you gotta do is tug this string here and throw it up in the air. It’ll fly up and explode in a matter of seconds.”

           “Cool,” Squee comments.

           “So what makes these fireworks so much better than human fireworks?” Johnny asks.

           “Bigger, brighter, and they can make shapes,” Zim replies, “I designed these ones per Squee’s specifications. They’ll spell out ‘Happy Birthday, Devi’.”

           Johnny nods, impressed. “Okay, that’s pretty cool.”            “If they work,” Eff scoffs as he pokes over Nny’s shoulder.

           “Don’t doubt me,” Zim growls.

           “We don’t doubt you, Zim,” Squee says quickly. “Thanks again for your help.”

           “Any time, Squee,” he waves as he turns to leave. “See you later.”

           “Bye,” Squee waves back and goes into the apartment.

           Johnny rests the fireworks on the table next to the drinks. Everyone immediately peeks inside to get a look at them.

           “Are these really gonna work?” D-boy asks as he picks one up and flicks the pull cord.

           “Yes,” Squee snaps as he knocks it out of his hand. “Don’t play with them. We can’t set them off until tonight.”

           Everybody lifts their hands in surrender and steps back. Squee eyes them suspiciously before heading back to the kitchen. “Nny, wanna help with the candles?”            “Yeah, alright,” he nods before following him. But the Night Terrors stay crowded around the fireworks.

           “Are these really supposed to work?” Eff asks sceptically.

           “That would suck if they didn’t,” Sickness says, “then what would we do for our big finale?”            “Should we test them out?” D-boy asks.

           “Squee said not to,” Reverend Meat points out.

           “Would you guys relax?” Serena scoffs, “you’re supposed to be watching for Devi.”

           “We’re just trying to think about what’s best for her party,” Eff points out as he grabs a firework. “It’s her birthday after all. It has to be perfect.”

           “Like any of you care,” Serena grunts.

           “I do,” Sickness insists, “Devi’s my favourite.”            “This drawstring is supposed to set it off right?” D-boy asks as he grabs the string on Eff’s firework.

           “Wait!” the others cry but it’s too late. The string comes off in D-boy’s hand.

           “Whoops,” he squeaks.

           Everyone looks at the firework fearfully but nothing happens.

           “Ha, see?” Eff scoffs, “it really doesn’t wo-.”

           Before he can finish, the firework explodes in his hand, knocking everyone off their feet and lighting the room up in colourful sparks spelling out ‘Happy Birthday Devi’.

           Johnny and Squee nearly leap out of their skins and spin around at the explosion. They watch with mouths agape as the firework dissipates and the sparks fall.

           “Are you guys insa-!” Squee starts to exclaim before the falling sparks catch the streamers on fire.

           Nny and Squee scream with surprise. Nny quickly fills a jug of water and they race into the living room to try and douse the flames.

           Serena sits up, groaning. Other than some minor burns marks she’s okay. She half notices Johnny and Squee throwing water at the burning streamers but what takes her full notice are the sparks falling into the two dozen shot glasses of alcohol on the table in front of her. They light up immediately.

           Serena shouts with surprise, jumping back. She grabs Eff’s shoulder, who’s lying beside her, and shakes him.

           “Guys, get up! We gotta do something!” she exclaims.

           The Night Terrors sit up, groaning. Before they notice the cups of burning alcohol before them, they see Eff lift his hand only to find it covered in blood.

           They all exclaim in shock and jump to their feet, but Reverend Meat accidently bumps the table, knocking it over. The glasses of alcohol tip onto the floor and the flames start spreading on the carpet. Everybody screams fearfully.

           “Aaaaahhh what do we do!?” Squee cries.

           Johnny quickly races into Devi’s bedroom and grabs the blanket off her bed. He throws it over the flames and then pushes Reverend Meat over on top of it for extra weight. Smoke blows out from under the blanket as the fire goes out.      

           Everyone pants with exhilaration before sighing loudly with relief and lying down next to Reverend Meat. They breathe heavily like they just ran a marathon.

           “Man, these smoke detectors are garbage,” Squee comments.

           “Guys, my hand really fucking hurts,” Eff says.

           A couple minutes later, Devi and Tenna stride up to Devi’s apartment. They slow to a stop when they see Johnny standing outside the door.

           “Johnny, what are you doing here?” Devi asks with confusion.

           “Yeah, Johnny, what are you doing here?” Tenna asks, annoyed.

           “Squee thought I should give you a warning before you go inside,” Johnny replies, “I thought we should just run away and disappear forever but…”            “Wait, a warning for what?” Devi questions.

           “Well, we tried to throw you a surprise party,” he explains, “and we had some…problems…”            “What?” the girls exclaim.

           “What kind of problems?” Devi asks suspiciously.

           Johnny searches for the right words, but when he can’t think of any, he just silently opens the door.

           It reeks of smoke. In the middle of the floor, next to a knocked over table, is Devi’s blanket lying over what looks like broken glass and a large burned spot on her carpet. There are singed streamers and popped balloons all over the floor. Serena and the Night Terrors are all covered in minor burns, and Squee is carefully bandaging Eff’s right hand. Everybody flinches guiltily at the sight of Devi and Tenna.

           They stare at the sight, speechless and shocked, before Tenna groans and facepalms. “I was gone for ten minutes.”            “Okay, I know it looks bad,” Squee says quickly, “but uh o-on the bright side, the cake and most of the fireworks survived. So, you know, we can still have a decent party…just maybe not in here…”            Devi’s head is down, her expression hidden. Everyone watches her fearfully, waiting for the imminent freak out.          

           She snorts as a grin spreads across her face. Then to everyone’s surprise, she throws her head back in laughter. She guffaws and doubles over, wrapping her arms around her chest as her eyes start watering. Everyone just stares at her, bewildered.      

           “She’s so angry she’s gone mad,” D-boy comments.

           “Uh, Devi?” Tenna says gently, “you okay?”            Devi settles down to an uncontrollable snickering as she lifts her head. “You guys are a bunch of idiots.”            Everybody blinks with surprise, completely taken aback.

           Nny smiles softly. “Happy birthday, Devi.”            “Thanks, Nny,” she replies, smiling as she wipes her eyes.

           “Alright, let’s get this party started!” Tenna cheers.

           “The sun’s starting to set,” Squee says, “we can go up to the roof for cake and fireworks.”            Reverend Meat grabs the cake excitedly, licking his lips. Sickness quickly takes it away from him, scowling disapprovingly. Johnny picks up the box of fireworks and they all head up to roof.

           As the sun finishes setting, Devi blows out the candles on her birthday cake. Everybody cheers and Tenna and Serena give her a big hug.

           Eff and D-boy prepare to set off a firework but Squee quickly takes it from them. They groan with disappointment. Squee just grins as he tugs the cord and tosses it into the air.

           It shoots higher into the sky before exploding, lighting up the darkening sky with ‘Happy Birthday Devi’ in big, glowing letters.

           Devi stares up it in awe, her eyes shining.

           “I wanna do one next!” Tenna exclaims.

           “No, me!” Nny argues and they both race up to the box.

           “Come on, we didn’t get a turn,” Eff whines.

           “Yeah, you did. And we all saw what happened,” he points out.

           Devi watches them squabble, smiling warmly. Squee approaches her, carrying two plates with slices of cake on them. He hands one to her.

           “Thanks, Squee,” Devi says. They sit on the ground and eat their cake while their friends haphazardly shoot off fireworks in the night sky.

[transformationstuck]

Jane doesn’t listen when the Tiaratop tells her to “CEASE REPRODUCTION”; turns out that getting off while wearing can have some UN— EXP— ECT— ED conchsequences.

Jane was just minding her own business browsing the internet on her tiara top, it was such a convenient thing for a young woman to use, hands free as well as lightweight and portable it was just so gosh darned convenient that it made her chuckle sometimes. But that’s not why she’s on the internet, she wanted no, she needed to unwind, she felt so pent up that it was all that was on her mind, and she was a lady so judging her for that is a little mean.

But there she was in her room on her bed, door locked, in the house on her own opening a link to a site with some rather, steamy content, but nothing that outlandish get your mind out of the gutter, it’s only vanilla content nothing extreme.

Oh, what’s this? She thought to herself as she browsed the… “selection” : How to be a-

“Oh for crying out loud, these adverts aren’t helping!” She yelled in frustration as an advert for better crocker brand brownie mix popped in front of her eyes, while yes she absolutely adored the company she was an heiress for the intrusive adverts weren’t the thing she desired to see when she was trying to release those built up emotions.

She slid the advert out of her way using her mind, as that’s the only way to operate the tiaratop of course, wait, she thought for a moment it said “OBEY” pulling the advert back to the center of the vision it certainly didn’t, it must have been a different pop up, ah well, throwing the advert out of her focus she returned her attention to the video she was about to “use”.

“How to be a boss, no it says bass… must be a typo, How to be a boss queen.” She felt her cheeks light up a little, well… she was a young woman and there was no one around to judge her for it.

[mind click]

The video opened with an advert for the site, it was, as most adverts that popped up on the tiaratop, a little gaudy and bright, this one was an advert for the site itself with the url and the caption “Cease reproduction, pleasure yourself, you don’t need anyone else~

The video opened, it was a little weird for jane, it was like an asmr of sorts, a woman’s voice was whispering in her eyes and the footage was a little blurry, and was… point of view, oh, Jane thought to herself that’s certainly something she hasn’t watched before.

“eels good don’t it~”

The voice said, Jane biting her lip a little as she found her hands moving to her thighs and top.

“Truth is whole worlds ya oyster and ya know it.”

Jane moaned a little as she began to touch herself breathing a heavily, that voice was… powerful it was like it was speaking into her, both commanding and encouraging her actions. Jane at this point being totally enthralled by the voice and watching through those POV eyes, touching themselves so elegantly.

“Feels o so gud to be tall n ‘bove people”

Jane’s head swayed a little, her body stretching unbeknownst to her, her bed growing smaller under her by comparison, the normally stout 5’5 Jane growing to 6’ then 7’ then 8’ to a towering 9’ tall with her knees and below falling off the bottom of the bed onto the floor. Jane not even caring.

The video altered a little, becoming less blurry, the voice sounding a little deeper, she couldn’t put her finger on it exactly, it was a voice that she’d heard before, she was certain of it, but where, but the video was less blurry which was nice and oh my goodness, this… this woman was wearing body paint, a very dark grey or possibly black paint from the looks of it, how whimsical Jane thought to herself.

Jane moaning as her skin began to darken per pale complexion slowly turning a stately silver then, stony grey before finally stopping at what could only be called a shade just before black, a darkness that seemed to sing underneath the skin, he insides felt strange but her pus- nook felt so good right now, she’d worry bout that later.

“Mmmhm feels gurd~” Jane moaned, her teeth shifting a little, her normally bucky jaw changing to something more shark like in nature.

“Feels so damn good being betta, higher, purer than all those lower chum-pz”

She agreed with the video, she didn’t like being around those people under her, not like her friends they were still pretty coral when she thought about it, although the more she did think about it, the more questions arose, Jane let out a moan as she dug her toes into the carpet under her bed, rolling her head back in pleasure, her dark fingers stained with fuchsia juices.

“C-cod damn… actfin like a slut here janey~” She moaned, she needed more, she reached under her bed, she kept it for if she eva got brave enough but hell she’s usin it regardless right now, she needs more, Pulling out a large thick red toy from the box she kept it in, she smirked with her pointed teeth, her lips turning glittery pink, as she kissed it.

“Yeha come to mamma~” She purred as she turned it on and began to work it against her love hole, moaning as she did so, the video continuing on her tiaratop having ended several minutes ago, the audio however continued to play.

“Dayum gurl feelin horny arent I~” The voice playing from the tiaratop into her mind, Jane agreed with the voice, she was so damn horny and above everyone even if some of “them” are alright, like jake, she’d love to get him on his back and dominate him like he was some kinda living fuck pig.

Jane moaned as the buzzing red mass pressed into her folds, her pink juices running down its length giving it plenty of lube as she rammed away at herself, Jane’s hair flowing down her neck like a glorious mane of black locks, two growing orange blunt spires rising from inside the mass of hair from her skull.

“Damn Janey Joney, Jondy?” For some reason she couldn’t quite think of her name.

“Condy you bad gurl, thinkin ‘bout killin those chumps again arent ya~” The voice, whispered into her mind, was the video even playing anymore, she couldn’t tell the voice sounded like her thoughts, was it her thoughts, probably, but the thought was a good one. Killing the filthy red blooded monkeys~?

“aaaAAHHH)()()()(~” Jane…Condy moaned, turning up the vibrations, as her nails turned pink, her back arching as her mind grew more domineering and murderous, her thoughts turning to Jake, dad, everyone around her, She wanted… no She NEEDED to dominate someone right now, she was an empress after all, and damn did she need some loyal subjects somethin fierce.

“Fuck it, batterwitch gotta stick somethin in her oven~” She purred, her eyes flashing blue and red before-

[OPTIC BLAST!]

Her wall was gone and out she flew, dark and royally up into the air using her alien psionics, she knew just what she wanted to do, she wanted to find Jake, pin him to the ground and break him like the filthy bottom of the hemospectrum he was, and if he wouldn’t break, she’d kill him and move on the next one, then the whole stinking planet would drown for her amusement.

Condy was out and she was gonna have one whale of a time with her world.

-x

[nathan-douglas-blog]

Tapes Part 1/2

Age 7 The tape begins, Breccan Prescott, a young man in training for the future profession he would later be taken on, had been allowed to visit several patients, for his training. One of those being Nathan Douglas. The young boy had been left at the hospital by his parents and been described as mentally disturbed. A malleable boy, Prescott had taken full advantage of this and since had been seeking as much time as he could to break the child's willfulness and render him powerless against him. And nothing had ever hurt Nathan more than telling him his family had not wanted him, they had never wanted him and that they didn't love him. It would send Nathan into fits of rage and tears, pleasuring Prescott to no end.

Today was another one of those days, Prescott entered the room and watched the young boy at the table, who had paused the moment the older male entered. Nathan stared at his papers on the table, pressing a crayon into it hard, seemingly trying to gather strength for what was about to play out for him. He hated this man, he had hated these people, and this building. But this man he had hated most of any of them. He wouldn't just leave him alone. Watching the hands on the other side of the table get folded over a paper folder he pulled his eyes away.

“Nathan, will you look at me?”

“No.”

“Nathan, I want you to look at me. Or I won't tell you the good news I have for you.”

Scrunching his nose up the small boy gripped onto the crayon. His mind racing then. It was a lie, it had to be. Sniffling a bit from how cold the room had gotten he shook his head at Prescott.

“Nathan, I mean it this time. I have something really nice for you. Won't you please talk to me. I'll give it to you if you play our game.” Prescott moved his right hand disappearing for a moment and then seconds later came up with a box that was taped shut “In this box is something I heard that you'd been asking about...If you talk to me. I'll let you have it.”

Cautiously, Nathan looked up, tilting his head slightly. He knew that the other wouldn't bring him anything that he had ever spoken about. But that idiotic childish part of him could not help playing into the other man's hand. Prescott had the power here. Prescott and all the other adults around him had a lot of power. He could understand that. Just how much power, he had no idea. But he knew they had the power to keep him here, or, if he were good, get him back to his family. He just wanted to get out of this place “Fine. What do you want to talk about?”

“Why don't you tell me more about your family? Hm? How about your older sister. More about your little sister?” Prescott smirked and scooted toward the boy “How about your mother, or your father? Tell me what it was like at home...We need to figure out how to help you, Nathan. And telling me more about family will help us get you home.” He reached over and petted Nathan on the head, shoving it toward the table a bit.

Nathan jerked away from Breccan and glared  “I told you why I did iiit!” He squeaked turning his arms over and holding his hands up on the table “ I was tryin to help her! That's why I'm heeere! He told me, dad said-?!” Prescott's hand slammed sideways onto Nathan's left arm then, making him yank both arms from the table and hold his left arm with his right hand as he started tearing up, beginning to cry.

Breccan stood up then and walked to the other side of the table, moving closer to Nathan  “There there...Let me see your arm. I didn't mean to hit you, I was only trying to grab your arm to ask you about your father. He seems to be a sore subject for you.”  Moves a hand to gently pet Nathan on the head, more like an animal than out of any sort of affection for the boy.

 “I don't want to talk about him!” Nathan shouts, sounding more upset  “I hate him...” Reaching his right hand up then he started to rub his eyes. Sniffling he realized he didn't mean to say that. He was just really upset with his father and Breccan bringing up the other had served to make him feel that anger again. It was his father's fault he was trapped in here with these people.  But he flinched when Breccan's hand moved from the top of his head and into a fist, slamming onto the table violently.

Breccan continued to smile at the boy  “Tell me why you hate him. Is it because he gave you away? Is it because he doesn't love?”  Suddenly he grabs Nathan's jaw “He doesn't, none of them loved you, Nathan. You have been nothing but a burden. To them, to everyone. That's why you were sent here. We are doing this to help you, Nathan.” Lifting his hand up to move a few strands of hair from Nathan's face then “So that you are the little boy they wanted, in the first place. We can't let you leave here until your own family loves you. If you got hurt out there, it would break our hearts. You don't want your family to hurt you, do you? They will if you are a bad boy...”

Nathan curled away from the others touch pulling his legs up to his chest “Go away!” He shouted, sobbing “I don't care! Get away from me! I just want to go home!”

Watching Nathan the older male smirked at the boy's reaction to him, knowing he was pressing the right buttons to set Nathan off. Breccan continued to prod fingers at him “Aw. You love your family. It's a shame they don't love you. We wish for you to be with them, Nathan, don't you believe us?” Petting Nathan again the boy curled into himself, holding his legs close to him “Naaathan...”

“Stooooop!”

Prescott jabbed Nathan in the head “They don't love you, and they won't until we are able to help you.”

Nathan threw out an arm and smacked Breccan on the face, but sent himself tumbling out of the chair, where he landed on his back and started thrashing around angrily kicking the chair at Breccan who stood up and moved back to where he was on the other side of the table.

Looking at the mirror then to the camera in the room he frowned and sat down watching Nathan freak out on the floor  “Nathan, do you love your family?”

“Nooooo! Noo!  I hate them! I hate you!”

Breccan gave a surprised look then and frowned “You hate me?  Who do you hate?”  The older male asked.

Nathan continued to kick the chair violently and throw his arms around as he wiggled on the floor, absolutely hysterical “EVEryone! I hate everyone! Get away from me!”  Sucking in a shaky breath Nathan shouted at the top of his lungs, bloody murder, his face turning red.

Standing up Breccan held back a grin and placed his hands on the desk  “Is that why you tried to kill your sister? Nathan, is that why you had tried to kill your sister? Did you hate her? She was getting all the attention, and you were getting none of it?  You wanted to kill her, didn't you?”

Nathan was kicking more now, and somewhere along the line he had cut himself open somewhere, and was staining the floor and sending drops of blood flying around him  “Aaaaahhh!!! I want to kill you!” He shrieked smacking his head against the floor “I want to kill all of you! I want you to die! I want - I don't- I do!” He sent his foot into the chair again and thrashed around.

Prescott quickly moved to Nathan's side, facing away from the camera and grabbing Nathan up into his arms. Leaning down he managed to grab onto both of Nathan's wrists and press them to the small boy's chest, bringing Nathan's thrashing body close enough to him that he could whisper into Nathan's ear “Say it... say you wanted to kill her. And you were planning on killing everyone in your family, Nathan.  Tell the truth...”

Pressed into Breccan's chest Nathan was unable to move as much but remained hysterical and confused. Nathan's eyebrows twitched at Breccan's insistence  “I diiiiddnnn't!!!” He shouted before feeling a sharp pain in his ribs when Breccan jerked his body violently in an odd direction.  Letting out a cry of pain Nathan kicked his feet as it started to growl “LET GO! I hate you! I hate you!!! RaAAA!!” Viciously he tried to bite Breccan's arm in an attempt to get Breccan to stop hurting him.

“Say you wanted to kill your family,” Breccan whispered, applying more pressure to Nathan's back, earning more gasps of pain from the small child. He started to dig his fingers into Nathan's chest “Say it...”

“I did! I wanted to hurt Bee! I hated her! She took it! Please! It- I hated them all!”  Nathan sobbed  “They are pathetic!  Stupid! I hate Grace! And I hate Austin! I was going to- I would have- If dad had not caught me!  I would have been the only ooooonnnnee! Stoooop!!!--Owww Let goooo!!” Nathan started thrashing around violently again and scratching at Breccan's wrists.

Breccan stood up and threw the child to the ground in a way that made it seem like Nathan had flung himself to the floor. Nathan stood up and started shoving the table and chair away from him in his fit of rage and then tried to throw the chair at Breccan, but missing and knocking the camera over. He then threw himself at Breccan who had stood behind the camera by then and pushed Nathan's head to the ground just out of sight from the Camera, leaving only a small image of Nathan on the floor scratching violently at it and shouting like he was a demon or possessed.

Nathan fell back a moment later and continued shouting at Breccan throwing his arms out in defense as Breccan reached over in an act to look like he was trying to help Nathan up from the floor. Nathan scratched the other though and pushed himself away from the older male and under the table, covering his eyes with his hands and crying as he sat on his knees, shaking violently while he was sobbing.

Reaching down Breccan lifted the camera then and said  “I don't think we should send this tape to them. The next one maybe. This one will have too many edits to it.” He turned off the camera then and ejected the tape from the recorder.

Later that night Breccan went home and took the tape with him.  Once inside he went up to his video library and placed the tape next to a few others, all saying ‘Nathan’ and having a number at the end of them. Marking on the recent tape Breccan added ‘#17′ to it. Then he turned and walked away, his sick video collection as a bit of a memento of his trials with Nathan.  Who had quickly become a favorite subject for him among patients he was allowed to interact with. Over the years Nathan's tapes were moved around but usually left out in the open, as a prize more than something to watch.  As VCR's became a thing of the past Breccan felt a lot more comfortable with his display being a lot more obvious.  He had kept them on the second to top shelf in his office, the names on the tape still easy to read.